Motherhood - Wordful Wednesday

I may be new to Motherhood, but I already know what it's all about....

It's unconditional. It's stronger every day. It's changing poopy diapers one after the other. It's being peed on. It's being needed. It's stressful and yet soo easy.

It's loving your husband more each day. Watching him hold your son, kiss him, nap with him, feed him. The pic above is me looking at my husband after seeing our son for the first time. I tear up when I see it - it speaks volumes about how Motherhood makes me love him more.

Motherhood is being proud. It's being terrified everyday that something is wrong, or will happen. It's wanting to protect him from all harm at all costs.

Motherhood is the "mom smell" I now have from all the breast milk that has leaked and dried up on me. It's the pain I go through when breastfeeding and how rewarding it is. It's the sweet looks he gives me, and only me, his mom.

It's being exhausted. It's never ending. It's the best and most rewarding thing in the world. Motherhood is my job and what I will always be doing. I am a mother now and forever and I love it.

Head over to Seven Clown Circus for Wordful Wednesday to tell everyone what Motherhood is to you.

My Monkey....

I said I didn't want this...

but we have turned into cosleepers.... (note the picture below was just a nap time with daddy {I caught them BOTH snoring...} normally baby is head up so he is far away from the blanket and the boppy keeps mommy from fearing her or daddy will roll over onto him)
I had the pack n' play next to my side of the bed, with the bassinet feature, and he slept there for 1 1/2 nights. He woke up every hour and wasn't a very happy baby. So by the middle of night 2 Kris said "just put him in our bed so we can get some sleep hunny, you need to rest, you just had surgery!". Being the good wifey I am I obeyed and every night since he is in our bed. I usually finish feeding around 1130-12am and then we sleep until about 3:30 up to as late one night at 4:45 before he needs another shot at the boob and a diaper change. Then we sleep until about 6-7am. He's a good sleeper in our bed! Of course my poor boobs hate this arrangement. Being so close to little man and not wearing a bra the last 2 nights have meant waking up literally SOAKING in milk. I mean to tell you, you all will say "oh yes, the leaking..." but good lord, when your boobs are beyond a size E let me tell you the amount of milk is out of control. I can pump 3oz each breast already if that gives you a clue on my abundant supply. My poor husband finds waking up in a puddle to be disgusting, I think it's funny when woke up with his hand on me. I have to deal with it, he should too! Anyway, I didn't think I wanted to cosleep, but it's been worth it for my sanity! I told Kris we must reevaluate this situation by 3 months and get the kid into his crib.

Momma's First Paranoid Moment!

So I wasn't a paranoid preggo, I didn't call the dr. at all, I didn't take trips to Labor & Delivery, I just wasn't a worry wort. Times change when you have a baby. Aiden had a rash all over his back, chest, and arms. I wasn't worried at first, but then it got worse. I decided he must have really sensitive like his mommy and we switched to a new detergent last night (Purex free & clear because mommy can't ONLY use Purex or Gain on herself...) and I rewashed all his newborn stuff and blankets. Well by ends night I was still worried and I felt like he was breathing funny while he was nursing. He would suck for a few minutes then he would stop and act like he was having trouble breathing. Mommy instinct kicked in and I started crying and started thinking he was fussier... after having MY mom walk over at 10pm and examine him I decided for my own peace of mind I had to go to the ER.

Fast forward an hour and we are at the ER. It went really quickly and the new hospital not far from us was super nice (the hospital he was born at was 20 minutes away you see, the new one is only 10 minutes up the road). The nurses did their thing, and as soon as the saw his chest one said "oh that's just newborn rash, don't worry". And then they were all like "so.... what do you mean breathing funny?!?" Like I was making it up. I told them about the gasping while breathing. They let me give him a bottle I grabbed before we left and sure enough mommy was right!! She came back in about halfway through daddy feeding him and told me that his monitor was going crazy and he did seem to be having some trouble while eating. She then told us to feed him a bottle on his side mimicking the breastfeeding positions I use. Sure enough little man was fine on the monitor. So moral of the story is he can't breathe eating on his back and he has to eat on his side. I wonder if this has anything to do with his cord around his neck twice??

The nurses overall were kinda rude, acted like we were just dumb first time parents. Made both Kris and I a bit frustrated. Obviously our son knows a thing or two about his mom and dad because the nurse went to check his diaper and he had explosive poop right at her. It just shot out of his butt and sprayed the bed, right at her, the floor. Made Kris and I feel vindicated. :)

Their was a highlight of the night though... Little man was 6lbs 15oz at birth, he came home a week ago today at 6lbs 3oz. He had lost more than the desired 10% of his body weight. At his 1st pedi appointment on Wed (2days later) he was up to 6lbs 7oz. His dr said "I doubt he really has gained that much in 2 days, the scales from here to the hospital probably just don't match, but he has gained something for sure". Yeah well his Dr. will be eating his words at Aiden's 2 week appointment this Friday! He told us he hoped to see Aiden back to birth weight this coming Friday, last night at the ER he was at 7lbs 7oz!! That's right folks...my kid is a piggy. He likes mom's boob, just as much as his dad, and has put on an entire pound in a matter of 3 days. I am anxious to see his weight again on Friday and see his Dr's reaction!

Oh and one last thing from last night, the stupid nurse walked in asked "was he full term" and I said yes, 39w3d and she goes, "well did the dr's talk to you about his being younger than thought, he doesn't look like a 39weeker...". I said "no, actually my original due date was 2 weeks earlier, so if anything he'd be older. She just said "oh". Like she is an expert at judging babies! She deserved the poop on her!